Manipulation in this world is often seen as a “bad” thing. Or its bad to be manipulated or if you're a manipulator you're “evil” and not a good person.

My point of view is there is no such thing as NOT being manipulated. Every ten seconds you're manipulating yourself or trying to get someone to do something or create something or someone else is manipulating you. So if you took away all of the good or bad and the judgement of manipulation how fun can it be and who or what would you like to manipulate you today!Even me being in Australia I was asking “who got me to come here?” Well...I DID! I manipulated myself...

Sometimes you can make choices without having too much manipulation of yourself to do something. There are different ways to manipulate what you are asking for. Who or what would you like to be manipulated by that would create a greater future for you? AND What can you be or do to manipulate others to create a greater future for you and for everyone else?

What if true manipulation was being or doing something that was a benefit for you and everyone else and the planet. If you choose to do something that also benefits others, people are going to want to support you in that thing that you chose and you are manipulating them into supporting you, therefore the thing shows up greater and faster.​

Who or what can you manipulate to create greater for you and that thing and for everyone else. Whether that's manipulate yourself or get other people to join in. Thats the lightness of manipulation. Or the contribution of what manipulation can be.

Since childhood, I had always wondered what happened after death. I sort of believed in the idea of reincarnation and LOVED that we may have had past lives and wondered who (or what!) I had been before?

I discovered a book that addressed the idea of “reincarnation” (taking on a new body after one dies) that really made sense to me. It's by Gary Douglas and Dr. Dain Heer called "Talk To The Animals.” This discovery eventually lead me down the path to becoming a Talk To The Entities Facilitator (but that's a story for another blog! )

Now, I had had some interesting experiences with death and ghosts and aliens and all kinds of weird things growing up... But I was never REALLY sure what had happened. Part of this book began to open my eyes to a whole new world of understanding of what can sometimes happen when people and animals die.

And then out of the blue, I received a blessing that lead me to a beautiful little being. This little guy helped confirm what I learned and suspected was true, and what I now believe, without a doubt, can happen after "death".

Meet Sedrick. He's the adorable little baby finch in the picture up there.

​One day, a couple years ago as I was heading off to work, I looked down and saw three injured baby finches. They appeared half dead, and had fallen from their nest and were now stuck in the grass below. I didn't have much time, as I was running late, but decided to swoop them up and set them on a towel in a shoe box on my balcony close to the nest. I hoped and prayed for the best, but things didn't look too promising.

When I returned, It appeared that all three had died. As I took a closer look, I noticed that one was still alive and just resting! I examined his little body and saw that he had a broken wing. His right leg was sticking out to the side and wasn't able to bend. But otherwise, he seemed "ok-ish", like perhaps there was some hope!

I knew from the book and from past experiences that I could ask him questions and get answers in whatever way he could get his point across to me. So I asked him what he needed and he told me he was hungry! I didn't really know what to feed a baby bird, but mashed up watery granola came to mind, so I headed for the kitchen! I put the mushy concoction into a dropper and fed him one big drop at a time as often as he would take it, and he LOVED it! (You can see him eating here!)

To help his poor little body, I started running energy and body processes through him and asked him to take whatever energy he and his body required in order to get better. Boy, did things start to CHANGE! It seemed he was going to stick around for a bit, so I decided to name him Sedrick.

I ran processes and energy-work on him all day on the days I wasn't working, and asked them to run all night while he slept in a shoe-box next to my head in my bed. He began to have more and more energy as time went on; he started singing and chirping, and began taking mini adventures out onto the balcony. I would leave the balcony doors open so he could go outside whenever he wanted. Eventually, he began to jump off the balcony to explore the homeless people across the street or the alleyway in the back and scare the life out of me when I wasn't home! I could always find him, however, as I became very aware of what his individual chirp sounded like and could hear it from pretty far away!

Sedrick started feeling SO much better that he eventually had a hard time staying in one spot in my room. He was also making little Sedrick poo piles all over the place and that didn't exactly work for me... lol! He couldn't quite fly yet and his leg was still sticking out so I didn't feel comfortable just setting him free yet. I decided I would get a cage after work that day and told him about my plans to do so.

Before leaving on that particular morning, I had shut all the doors to the balcony and my room so that Sedrick couldn't get out. When work was finished, I had a feeling I should stop home first before getting the cage, so I did. When I got home, the doors were all wide open and no baby finch in site! I looked everywhere and strained my ears to see if I could hear his chirp off in the distance, but nothing. Then, I happened to look in the road next to my apartment complex and saw a small little pile of feathers flattened by a car. Sedrick was dead.

I'll admit it. I was sad. Which was surprising to me because I KNEW that the "soul" never dies and that Sedrick was in the process of choosing something new but it still hurt a bit, I missed the little guy! I remembered that just because the body dies doesn't mean you can't still talk to the being, so I thanked him for coming to play for a little while and hoped he found a new body that would be just right for him!

About a week or so later the coolest thing happened.

I opened the door to my balcony and didn't even get one step outside when my toes hit something soft. I looked down and saw a healthy little baby finch staring back up at me. We stood there and stared at each other for what felt like forever, and then I asked him what he had to say?

Was this Sedrick? It WAS Sedrick! He said he came back to say "Hi" and "thank you" and to show me his new beautiful little perfectly healthy birdy body! He also told me that death wasn't really that big of a deal and he'd rather get a new body than stay locked up in a cage unable to fly. I bent down to see if he wanted me to pick him up and make sure he was ok but right when I did that, he bounced over to the edge of the balcony, said goodbye and thank you again, and he took off flying out of site and chirping along the way.

Never again will I ever doubt that there are INFINITE possibilities after dying and that death is not an ending or finite, but more like an avenue for a new possibility. And I'll always be grateful to little Sedrick for showing me what he knows about life and living and what the energy of gratitude really can be!

Thank you for reading!If you have any questions or comments about this story, entities, or creating an acoustical life that totally works for you and your UNIQUE vibration, please comment below or email me, Alison, at alison@myacousticlife.com.​